Sleep Disorder - Traitors

Please don’t lay me down to sleep

Or else my soul won’t be to keep

Life draining while you’re beneath

Beneath your sweat stained sheets

My disorder

Grows stronger

I have control no longer

I want to explain my misery but everyone suggests that I be stronger

I’m a dead beat

The longer I sleep

The lesser that my souls to keep

Natural death come take me

You can see the callous on my hands and feet

From me clawing at my skin, to let the terrors bleed

Let the terrors bleed, let this filth secrete

Natural death be the catalyst that takes me

The DMT is rotting through my brain and it breaks me, it breaks me

Now I’ve just learned to dread sleep

Cause I’m a dead beat

From me clawing at my head, I said I’m a dead beat

Still dead in the head and it turns out I’m a dead beat

Forever will I dread sleep

It’s from the same stench that lingers

I’ve taken so much damage, that now I’m pointing fingers

Please don’t lay me down to sleep

Or else my soul won’t be to keep

Life draining while you’re beneath

Beneath your sweat stained sheets

I try and I try, to get a brief moment of peace

But my disorder keeps all my happiness, dull and brief

Well now I dread sleep, from my disorder

I have control no longer

I want to explain my misery but everyone suggests I have a

A sleep disorder

I have control no longer

It’s safe to say, I guess I have a

A sleep disorder, sleep disorder